its tail pulled out. There's no great cleverness in that, sir. A friend of mine had a cat who,
saving your presence, used to eat his cucumbers. He thrashed her with a big whip for a
fortnight, till he taught her not to. A hare can learn to light matches if you beat it. Does that
surprise you? It's very simple! It takes the match in its mouth and strikes it. An animal is
like a man. A man's made wiser by beating, and it's the same with a beast."
Men in long, full-skirted coats move backwards and forwards in the crowd with cocks and
ducks under their arms. The fowls are all lean and hungry. Chickens poke their ugly,
mangy-looking heads out of their cages and peck at something in the mud. Boys with
pigeons stare into your face and try to detect in you a pigeon-fancier.
"Yes, indeed! It's no use talking to you," someone shouts angrily. "You should look before
you speak! Do you call this a pigeon? It is an eagle, not a pigeon!"
A tall thin man, with a shaven upper lip and side whiskers, who looks like a sick and
drunken footman, is selling a snow-white lap-dog. The old lap-dog whines.
"She told me to sell the nasty thing," says the footman, with a contemptuous snigger. "She
is bankrupt in her old age, has nothing to eat, and here now is selling her dogs and cats. She
cries, and kisses them on their filthy snouts. And then she is so hard up that she sells them.
'Pon my soul, it is a fact! Buy it, gentlemen! The money is wanted for coffee."
But no one laughs. A boy who is standing by screws up one eye and looks at him gravely
with compassion.
The most interesting of all is the fish section. Some dozen peasants are sitting in a row.
Before each of them is a pail, and in each pail there is a veritable little hell. There, in the
thick, greenish water are swarms of little carp, eels, small fry, water-snails, frogs, and
newts. Big water-beetles with broken legs scurry over the small surface, clambering on the
carp, and jumping over the frogs. The creatures have a strong hold on life. The frogs climb
on the beetles, the newts on the frogs. The dark green tench, as more expensive fish, enjoy
an exceptional position; they are kept in a special jar where they can't swim, but still they
are not so cramped. . . .
"The carp is a grand fish! The carp's the fish to keep, your honour, plague take him! You
can keep him for a year in a pail and he'll live! It's a week since I caught these very fish. I
caught them, sir, in Pererva, and have come from there on foot. The carp are two kopecks
each, the eels are three, and the minnows are ten kopecks the dozen, plague take them! Five
kopecks' worth of minnows, sir? Won't you take some worms?"
The seller thrusts his coarse rough fingers into the pail and pulls out of it a soft minnow, or
a little carp, the size of a nail. Fishing lines, hooks, and tackle are laid out near the pails,
and pond-worms glow with a crimson light in the sun.
An old fancier in a fur cap, iron-rimmed spectacles, and goloshes that look like two dread-
noughts, walks about by the waggons of birds and pails of fish. He is, as they call him here,
"a type." He hasn't a farthing to bless himself with, but in spite of that he haggles, gets
excited, and pesters purchasers with advice. He has thoroughly examined all the hares,
pigeons, and fish; examined them in every detail, fixed the kind, the age, and the price of